A true fan?

Well, last weekend was fun. i left my home on friday at 4pm, and returned at 11.30pm on sunday. The time inbetween was filled mostly with eating. After Friday night, in which I drank much beer, danced, felt sorry for myself, had a guy try to get me out of bed by taking off his pants and then falling asleap, I then met up with a few friends for the mandatory hangover brunch at B4. Then we had gelato, which is a kind of ice thing with fruit in it, then we went to te papa, got scared by someone hanging around in that cave thing in the garden walk. Then we decided to go to Poriruha, ("It's amazing!") the city which seems to have been built haphazardly around a mall. And a badly organized mall at that. Will at the mall of Labrinth, we had sushi, ice cream and the wendys Sake and Dog. Then we went back to my friends flat where we played video games, ate fish and chips, followed by more ice cream, and I slept on the couch. The next day, much of the same happened, but with mroe left overs. Damn my friends, they are trying to fatten me up so they look better alongside me.
Say what you like about working 30hours while being a full time student, but you certainly have enouogh money to do whatever the hell you feel like. When you find the time to, of course.

So now onto the disscusion as hinted by the title of this rant. If any of you go to my previous post and look at the comment you will not find, as I expected, a post by ad-ware proclaiming that 'You have a relly interesting blog, I liked it, maybe you would like my blog to it is called "lawnmower.shopandsave.blogspot.com" it think you would really like it", but rather a comment which may be semi-genuine. Sorry if this hurts someones feelings, but I would not put it past one of my friends to actually start a blog somewhere soley to lure me into a false hope of compainionship with someone outside my usual relm of everyday activitiy. I'm looking at you, I**, G****, and especially you D****, after that masterfully planned cell phone prank, in which he had me and my worst enemy hitting on each other though guarded txt messages. So, In conclusion, forgive this jaded soul if he is a little sceptical.

In other news, tommorow is payday. I plan to have subway for dinner tonight, so as I can once again advoid the rigors of having to cook for myself, and therefore use up the last of my money. I am supposed to be saving for a scooter so I can travel someplaces, but this has not yet happened. But the fact that, for the first time in many weeks, I do not have any particular plans for this weeked. This means that I should hypothetically be able to save some money, but no doubt someone will persuade me to go out and put a bottle of wine or other toxic substance inside me. Really, I don't take that much persuasion.

Oh, and in other other news, My friend and me have a gig at Happy Bar on the 10th of August. Together, we form the two peice guitar band known as "The". I don't think Happy bar really knows what it is getting itself into, what with our eight song repitiour about tree love and drunken marrige proposals, but it should be fun night. Anyone is welcome to turn up, as long as they come suffecently prepared with and open, slightly intoxicated mind.

HAH! I'm skipping class to do this! So there, uni education!

The WEEKEND of all...stuff.

I did stuff over the weekend! I got conprehensably drunk, even though I cannot spell it, and played my guitar and sung for millions of people, give or take alot, and walked home from a suburb that is along way away from where I live, to spend my sunday iun bed because I had a hangover. And I lost my pants. Life is good.

I have just had my first tutorial for this trimester. It is a second year course, and god damn I am good. I haven't even touched the damn book that we were talking about and yet I have more of an idea about it than anyone else did. I am going to have fun on this course, I can tell. There is nothing like knowing that you can pass a course with both hands behind your back.
I know I am sounding a bit, you know, up myself, but honestly, something must click after you finish second year, becuase I am on fire. I love english. All I want to do in life is just hang around, read books and write a bit.

All is good.

Thirty hours of money!

Well, what a week. Almost all of it has been spent working. And working hard. Making coffee may not sound much like a trial, but it is when you have to open a cafe, serve customers without scalding them and try to remain happy, upbeat and curteous. I ownt bore you with the details, but it has been a tiring five days, and now I am looking to being able to sleep in tommorow.
And by sleep in, I mean sleeping past the hour of 7am. I bet half of you cannot even remeber what 7am looks like. Well, its dark. And cold. You aren't missing out on much.
Tommorow, however, will be much more fun. My mate and me, who together form the two peice guitar band "The" are performing and my mates flatmates party. Drinking and fun aplenty, we will be performing old "The" classics like "Apple Tree" and "Goats", but also have two new, super slick songs that will have to be heard to be beleived. Honestly. The subject matter for these songs are quite strange. Because thats what we are. Two strange men.
We have only just finished a jam session parctising and finalizing the set order. For those of you who are not so musically gifted, a jam session is when musicans get together to muck around and make up stuff. Usually they are fun and easy. The session that we just had, while being fun, has also left me feeling like I have been run over. I need sleep.

Make your money on MTV? No bloody thank you. That shit is hard.

Breakfast

Today has been better. i think it has been better because I had breakfast. and because I remembered to close the front door after me this morning. And because i didn't burn my hand at work. Alot of things have been better today, in fact.

And all because of Hubbards Outward Bound cereal. Thank you Mr. Hubbard.

It begins...AGAIN!

I am tired. oh so tired. Today I started work at 7:30. In the am. And then I burnt my hand. Lots of times. Then I finished. At 1pm. Only 5 and a half hours, but god damn. I tired.
I haven't even had any classes yet! my first one is at 3pm., and I get home tonight at 5. Hopefully I will have enough energy to eat and watch greays anotomy, but then I have to sleep, in preperation to do it all again the next day. Hooray.

The twenty first I went to was fun. There was lots of food, and much beer. I drank too much, and fell asleap in the back seat of a car. You would think that the back seat of a car would be nice and comfortable, but it is not. Especially not the back seat of my friends car, which is damp, and smells funny. Luckly I have snoopy pajamas, and they made things good.
Nothing, however, coould make the trip back to welly good.
I was hung over. I hate traveling hungover. And I had to sit on the middle back seat. I hate sitting oon the middle back seat. It hurts my bum. And everyone else in the car was sick. I was just hungover, but we were all coffing and splutering and what have you. not very helpful, and we were all to tired to talk much.
Bu5t now I am back in wellington. i have3 a clothing drying rack, which means that it doesn't matter if it is raining, I can still wash my clotes. of course, now it is sunny. So I could dry my clothes outside if I wanted too. but I don't. I want to dry themn inside, thank you very much.

I hate karma.

You gotta be quick to catch this thrill ride!

I got back to Wellington on tuesday, after one hell of a boring bus ride, thanks to one I shall not name not being on the bus like he said he would. But I suppose thats ok. I finished off a book I was reading and even slept some. I don't usually sleep on public transport. I am afraid that I will wake up with an obese smelly semi-human drooling on my shoulder.
And tomorrow I go back to the bay again. There is a 21st happening, and I have been brow beaten into going. Admitedly, it didn't take much browbeating, for there will be free booze. Also, it is a ex-arch nemises party that I am going to, and that doesn't happen very often.
How do you get an ex-arch nemisis, you ask? Well, the process is a lot more complicated than aquiring a nemisis, of any level. But part of the process I will chalk up to the fact that I lived with this woman for bout six months and then called the police on her. This kind of behaviour will crack the ice on any relationship. Or they will never speak to you again. Coin toss!
When does it become madatory to start calling people men/women instead of boys/girls? I wonder.
What was I talking about?

I just finished 'To Kill a Mockingbird.' It was good. Very good in fact. I was spared the trial of having to read it during my time at high school, and feel very grateful that I was not prejudiced against it by any stupid and cranky english teacher.

What am I going to wear? I just do not know.

Because love in youth loves not what youth is told.

Warning: This post be filled of me being a whinging bastard.

I don't like my sisters boyfriend. He is an idiot. He is 16 (she is 18) and he doesn't go to school. He doesn't have a job. He does't speak. He doesn't thank my parents when they make him dinner. He doesn' help with the dishes. When he is here he drags my sister off to her bedroom and fills her head with stupid ideas like 'Hey, why don't you quit your job? Yeah, I know you don't have another job to go to, but hey, I have an aunty in Taupo that may/may not have work for us, why not take your car and your money and go there and god knows where we are going to live because I AM AN IDIOT.'
Of course, my sister can make some pretty stupid desicions, but she is my sister, so I have t olook to a cause I can beat the snot out of. Now granted, when I was this guys age I was doing some pretty thoughtless things also. I too was going out with an 18 year old, and, granted, we did spend a fair amount of time in bedrooms, but we didn't make noises equivalent to the sound of a elephant heard in a cupboard at midnight, and I at least offered help whenever I could. Or I hope I did. My memory is famously crap, and what proably happend was that I hung around like a slightly nervous shadow. But it was a shadow with manners. And I was still in school. This guy will become CHB's next grounds keeper, and my sister will be stuck in Waipuk, proably at the freezing works. That no hope bastard. I really want him to just dissapear.

Well, got that off my chest. Tommorow, it certanly seems I will be going back to wellington. There, I shall start the arduous process that will prepare me for the next few years of my life. I have one and a bit trimesters before I graduate from my BA, and then I go to teaching college. In the meantime ihave t odo things like save money and get a license and all sorts of other gay things. Gay in the extreem. I have to say, I am getting stressed. i am not very prone to stress, especially not when I still have one week of holiday yet. But I am. I am going to have to get into some of this crap quick smart, otherwise it is going to accumalate into an impregnable ball of crap. Much like my washing pile.

So in conclusion: Women! Huh! Aye? What are they thinking? Bloody Women.